Green Poplar Smoke Outside the Dawn and Cold Light

I said to Xueshan, Dad, I will get the dagger back from Xiaoxiang's grave. I said to the tomb, Mom, I will carry the dagger with me and never let it get stained with blood. I said to Hanliang, Aunt Liang, I will go to Tianshan Mountain and become a monk. I asked Ling Wenran, do you want to become a monk together? He didn't answer. He had been looking at his hands in a daze since the day his mother died. ======================== I told myself that I would no longer write martial arts after writing this. But now it is difficult for me to write even if I want to. I am preparing to change to a new working environment. I hope I can have the same passion for writing as before. Conception: